Love at the bottom of a botttle

You say your in love but are you ?

i said that once.

i Posted the tumblr Pictures and said i loved him

only to find myself  love, at the bottom of a bottle.

He came home one night with radge in his eyes , pushed me to the wall and put a knife to my side

i begged, i cried , told him i loved him but he was to drunk to hear.

He punched me hard a couple times leaving me with a busted lip and a black eye.

but that didnt hurt so much,  it was the internal scars that killed me.

He came home almost every night like that and every morning brought me flowers with apologetic eyes.

i promised myself i would leave but i never did

so i found my love at the bottom of a bottle and prayed it would never happen again,

of course it did